I felt your nudge this morning
As I was dressing
Prompting me along
Whispering
“There are things I need you to hear.”
I felt your touch
When I closed my eyes
Listened to the music
The beautiful music
That pounded the room.
I felt your hand on my shoulder
As I had to look into the eyes
Of the woman that abused me
So many years ago.
I heard you whisper my name
As I walked away
Before something was said
That didn’t need to be.
I felt you when I opened the bible
And you directed me to words
You knew I needed to read just then.
No matter where I am
Or what I am doing,
I always feel you.
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